I used my fingers to pet and pry her moist lips apart until I was able to slide them up her slit, reaching down all the way until my probing digits di...covered her clitoris. As I played with her love button Sylvie moaned and leaned against the table, arching her hips in even greater pleasure as a sigh of pure delight escaped her lips. "What are you waiting for?" she called back at me with a leer of challenge, "You have a pretty girl to make ready for a feast. Do whatever you like with me, I am. I was increasing the stroke speed. Ponnamma told “X, Don’t hurry. You first insert your penis into my vagina and feel its whole depth. Then, pull out your penis to a reasonable distance and push it inside again and ensure that your penis head hits into my vagina end. If you just insert and take out without going depth, it will not give you much pleasure. If you want, I could be on you and you could be under me. By this, while I was giving you the stroke, youcould play with my breasts as well”.. "What have I told you, Mother dear? When we're in the bedroom together, you are to address me as Master, just like when we're in public, ok?" My Mother held my gaze for a moment, then sighed and said, "Yes, Master, how would you like me to serve you this morning?" I gazed into the depths of my Mothers aquamarine eyes and reflected on the events of the past week. I'd had a Frightening encounter on M-day, that's what they'd started calling the day the call went out, allowing Men to do whatever. Turning it so the end you drink from was at the entrance to my cunt I started to push it up my hole. The first part went in smoothly and when I came to the thicker part of the bottle I thought I might go out of my mind as the pleasure shot through me. The width was a little smaller than my own fist and I struggled to feed it into my wet hole. God it was a tight fit and as half the bottle disappeared deep inside me I was overcome with my second and much stronger orgasm. I felt as the juices.